Almost all our work came to an end today, which was Friday, and again, I overslept. I slept this morning at 6 a.m., and thanks to him, this bastard had been showing me hell for the past few days. He woke me up, cursing, and went downstairs.
I rushed towards the bathroom, and after that, I went downstairs and forgot to grab my spare key. We reached out to the company. I didn't get time to have breakfast again. Credit goes to Scott; work had already been assigned, and I started doing my work. He was calling back to back to check on the status and also allocating a new one as it was the deadline. I couldn't complain, as if he would buy it. I was slapping myself for keeping awake, and I successfully skipped lunch too. Due to the workload, my neck was hurting like anything without rest, and my whole body was hurting.
I was done. I need fucking rest, but work had to be finished today at any cost. As per his instructions, I was trying my best to finish, but it was never-ending, and finally, when I was done with everything, it was 9.15 p.m., and I had survived by only having energy drinks the whole day.
I was drained, didn't have anything from the morning, and was feeling very sleepy. My body was exhausted, and I was barely able to walk, but somehow I walked towards my ride and went in as usual. He was sleeping, and the car started moving.
I was trying to get some sleep, but after a few minutes, I woke up because I was starving to death. When I woke, Scott was also awake, watching the outside view. I was also doing the same. After a few minutes, I noticed that we were not using the same route; our ride took a different direction. This was my third trip, so I could recognize that much. I didn't get the reason; maybe Scott had some work, so I didn't contemplate much. We were traveling for hours together, and the car stopped in the middle of nowhere. No vehicle was passing, no houses—I mean, not even far—the only thing I could make out was that we were very far from the hotel, but after a few seconds, Scott spoke.
"Get out", "What?", "Get the hell out of my car are you fucking deaf", " Are you serious, this is no time for making any jokes as you can see, we are middle of nowhere", "Yeah, we are the middle of nowhere I specifically chose this place for you, for which you can thank me later, for at least 2 hours you have to walk if you are lucky you will find a vehicle and also a mobile signal, you can come back however you want to hotel and yeah please apply reimbursement of your expenses I will make sure it will be approved on immediate basis double for what you apply for and whatever amount is pending it will also be settled ok, now don't fucking waste my time I am exhausted so get out, don't fucking make me throw you out of my car".
I hesitated for a few minutes, thinking he might change his mind, but he didn't. Finally, I got out of his car. Again, I thought maybe he was pranking me or something; no person could be this heartless when I closed the door. Immediately, the car started moving. Trust me, I was still thinking he would give me second thoughts that whatever prank thing he was doing would stop and pick me up, but I was staring back at the car till it reached my eyesight. I was not even blinking my eyes. It took me a few minutes to digest that he was not going to come back. What happened was real. Finally, he avenged me. This way, he left me in the middle of nowhere.
I don't care whether he cares about me or not, but I am his employee, and on top of that, I am human. If anything happens to me here, how the hell is he going to compensate me by building a grave over my dead body? Still, I was not able to take my eyes off the road from where he passed, still waiting for his return.
Can anyone be this heartless? I was exhausted from the past few days because of work; I didn't have my food properly, and he made sure not to let me sleep if I ignored all those things. Also, how the hell am I going to turn a blind eye to what he just did?
I couldn't take any more. My leg was shaking. I collapsed on the ground on my knee, cursing my bloody faith. My heart was aching, seeking answers. My existence had no value. Do I deserve this treatment from him? Was it so necessary to treat me like trash?
I was seeing the ground with closed eyes, recalling my life from the past few days till today, recalling all the merciless things he did from the few days I never fucking complained, thought of at least from doing this he will forget whatever happened between us before, after returning we can be on good terms, all these things which I had gone through from the past few days mean nothing to him, some rage took over me, I didn't shed a drop of tears, he shouldn't have done this, fucking I don't deserve to be treated this way, he crossed his limit, I am going to show him it was fucking my turn with that I took my cell indeed there was no signal.
I followed the path where his car was passing. After walking for an hour, I got a signal that my GPS was following. I was not able to walk, was exhausted, tired, and needed food and water, but I didn't think to take rest anywhere; I needed to reach the dam fucking hotel, that's it, so I was just following my GPS. After like 3 hours, I got a ride, and after convincing him, he agreed to drop me off at the hotel, of course, in exchange for money.
When I reached the hotel, it was 4 a.m., and I was exhausted. I must have regained the energy I needed to have something, but after arriving at the hotel, I didn't feel like having anything. I was still starving to death, but this rage that I had was suppressing me from doing anything. There was only one thing I wanted to do: meet that bloody bastard.
I made my way towards my room when I realized about the spare key that I had forgotten. I was getting the same music and moaning sound. This fucking bastard left me in the middle of nowhere and didn't bother to call even once just to make sure whether I was alive or not. He was bloody enjoying his fucking session, a heartless bastard, and I didn't bother to knock.
I was patiently waiting outside, and even for a split second, I didn't close my eyes. I was exhausted, my body needed rest, and I needed to eat something or else I might get unconscious at any time. But this rage that built inside me was not letting me do anything. In my blind state, I didn't walk on the road. What I needed to do was already planned; I was just waiting. Like a ghost, I was walking in front of his room, and I didn't bother to knock even once. At 11 a.m., finally, the door was opened.
I was standing at the door, and the girl who had accompanied him was leaving. I entered, and as he was getting ready to go somewhere, he saw me and asked, "How was your mini trip?" I didn't utter a word and closed the room door. I carried rope, took him off guard, and dragged him towards the bed. He tried to escape, but I used my strong effort and successfully tied his hand to the bed. I turned on loud music and closed all the windows. He was shouting like anything, ranting so many threatening words that he would sue me, destroy my career, make sure he would make me rotten in jail for life, and so on. I didn't care; I would make sure to give him memorable moments in his life, even if he wanted. He should not forget me; I will be the devil of his life.
I was enjoying his situation. I was observing his face, removing my clothes one by one I was naked in no time approached him, tore his clothes made him naked too I went on top of him, trying to read his expression, which had filled with dismay, shock, horrified and lastly, it had filled with fear which I enjoyed most, so this is called fear which I carried the whole of my life, always the fear of losing, fear of, if I didn't achieve I will lose my face in front of my parents forever, fear of, falling where no one there to catch me, fear of, if I don't find anyone in my life who say I will be always with you without giving a dam about what I am in my life, fear of, being alone for rest of my life, fear of, just working, working nothing shit more happening in life, fear of, getting fired, these fears which I carried entire life was nothing in front of the fear which I am seeing strangely I am enjoying this fear which I never thought of seeing in my entire life, on his face especially. He was trying to hide, but it was in vain. He said, "You fucking bastard, let me go now. The moment I am out of here, I will make sure you regret the whole of your fucking entire life. Bastard, untie me." From the time I entered the room, I never uttered a word. I was enjoying every second when I became so worst. The moment he threw out of his fucking car in the middle of nowhere, if I deserve that, then he deserves what I was going to do next.
I had enough entertainment; it was show-time rage that built within me, covering my eyes and morality, and whatever I was doing was right; he deserved every second of it. I widened his leg, and he was protesting. I grasped his legs tightly, took them on the shoulder, and took him into a missionary position. I didn't use lube or a condom; it was his first time that I could make out; he was shouting on top of his lung; he was not able to bear the pain, and it was making me even more hornier. I didn't leave him once he reached his orgasm; I was waiting for mine. After that, I left him to digest what was happening for only a few seconds. After that, I turned him and took him from the back. It was tight and painful for both of us, but I didn't show any mercy to him. I thirsted deeply; his body was shaking; he was not able to bear the pain; we both 'cum'; and he was exhausted. I could see a teardrop from his eyes, but that didn't have any effect on me even for a second.
I took a few minutes' break, but I was not over on him yet, and whatever was burning inside me was not cooling down. I was thirsty, so I picked up the water bottle that was near the bed, drank it, and gave some to Scott. He protested, but I made him drink; he needed his energy for another session.
Again, I was on top of him. I didn't observe his body at first. I was scrutinizing him from top to bottom; it was sculpted and well maintained, and dam tempting lust took over me. I went near his face, and he had regained the energy. He spoke, "Mark my words, you mother fucker, I will make sure you pay for what you have done." Before he could complete his sentence, I started kissing his lips roughly very hard, literally like tearing them. He struggled for a few seconds, but I made him give in and started exploring his mouth. Wow, strangely, it's addictive. After that, I moved toward his neck and started kissing deeply and sucking too, making sure to leave a mark. inch by inch, I was exploring his body by kissing and biting. There was a moan trying to escape from his mouth, but he was successful in stopping it. I moved down to his penis and was playing with his member, which was already erect, and I was teasing even more; he could stop moaning, but how was he going to hide this? I played with his member, and I was giving him a blow job. In no time, he came, and the whole time I was watching his face, and it was my biggest mistake. I was hard; he is addictive. I could not control myself. I kissed him this time so hard on his lips. He didn't protest, either. We kissed each other like we had been carving for many years. I couldn't help but bite his lower lips. Blood started oozing. That site was damn sexy. Why the hell is everything about him so tempting? I was trying to clean that blood with my tongue and was making sure to suck his lower lips. I pretty much became a vampire. Again, I kissed his lips while my hand was pinching his nipples, which was making him shiver. I was playing around his mouth with my tongue but didn't kiss him; he was trying to, but I did not give in. I moved towards his ear, was again biting and kissing, and moved to his neck part and started kissing around his neck, sucking very hard. He could not stop himself from moaning, and his whole body was responding and carving. For my touch, we were both out of control.
I could not stop myself and took him again in a missionary position. This time, it was a pleasure that was coming from his mouth. I did not miss watching his face, not even a second when he released his orgasm. That was way making me do more and more. Soon I reached my orgasm too. I kissed him again like a beast and lavished his lips. Now that we were battling for entry, I let him. He started exploring my mouth while my hand was stroking his penis.
Ok, let me gain control. It was like I was in another world without consciousness. Damn, what the hell did I come for, and what the hell was I even doing? This bastard is bloody addictive. I got out of bed and didn't stay even for a second. I didn't look at his face, made my way towards the bathroom, and took a shower. I had already booked a return ticket, and the plane was scheduled for 4 p.m. I packed my stuff, called reception, and informed them not to disturb us for at least 3 hours; by that time, he would be recovered untied, covered him with a blanket, and left the hotel.